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A09533	The tryumphes of Fraunces Petrarcke, translated out of Italian into English by Henrye Parker knyght, Lorde Morley. The tryumphe of loue. Of chastitie. Of death. Of fame. Of tyme. Of diuinitie; Trionfi. English	Petrarca, Francesco, 1304-1374.; Morley, Henry Parker, Lord, 1476-1556.	1555 (1555)	STC 19811; ESTC S110435	47,644	104

womanly chere Nowe is deade and gone what shall we be When she is past the death as we do se Where shall hyr peere or lyke be seene agayne So great perfection in one for to remayne So swete a speache so Angelyke a voyce This aboue all other was the choyce And the spyryt when it shulde depart As they myght se and periytly aduerte With all other vertues gatheredin one Where as it went the ayre moost bryghtly shone None euyll aduersary was so hardy there Afore hyr presence to stande or appeare With foule semblaunt to put hyr in dread Tyll death his assaute had done in dede But after that when all the feare was past And by disperation they sure at the last Eche one dyd beholde that moost swete face How preciouse it was how full of grace Not dyssolued with no vyolent payne But passynge awaye with an easy vayne Euen as a swete lyght that commeth to decay Lytle and lytle consumynge awaye When that the byrth lycoure is past and gone The flame extincte then lyght is there none Not pale she laye but whyter then the snow That the wynde agaynst the hyl doth blowe As he that wery is and woulde haue rest So she laye when death had hyr oppreste And as one that slepeth softe and quietlye So myght they all then and there espye Dreadful death that fooles haue in disgrace Fayre and beutifull in that swetest face ¶ The seconde Chapter of the Tryumphe of death THe nyghte folowynge y e this horrible chaūce Fell to my hartesioye pleasaunce That made in maner the sone lese his lyght And from y e erth toke also all delyght And the fayre flowre in heauen on hygh set My guyde gone and I with sorowe fret And blynde lefte from al ioye and pleasure The swete softe season pleasaunt be ye sure With the colde that spredde was in the ayre Afore Aurora moste delicate and fayre Taketh awaye with his holsome streames All vntrue and fayned false dreames Euen at that tyme to me dyd appeare Semblaunt to that season a mayde fayre cleare Crowned with ryche orient pearles whyte And for to encrease the more my delyght Hyr fayre hande stretche forth then dyd she And softely syghyng gently spake to me Doest thou not knowe me sayth she me tell Hyr that sometyme thou dyddest loue so well Of whome thy harte was all set on fyre And made the forsake all foule and vyle desyre Thus sayinge with a sadde sobre countenaunce She sat her downe my ioye and my pleasaunce And made me syt by hyr euen there Apon a bancke me thought we twayne were Whiche was shadowed with the Lawrell tree A greate beche therby well myght I see And I so set muche lyke in suche a case As he that speaketh and wepeth a great pace Soo dyd I aunswer vnto this Lady deare O thou fayre creature without to haue a peare Howe shoulde it be that I the shoulde forgette Sythyns that euer my hart on the was set Arte thou alyue or deade I longe to knowe I am alyue sayes she thou mayst me trowe And thou arte deade and soo styll shalbe Tyll that the last houre that taketh the From the earth now marke wel what I saye The tyme is shorte and oure wyll alwaye Is longe and therefore I the rede What thou wylt saye that it be sayde with spede Lest that the daye that commeth at the hande Make thou shalt not here no longer stande Then sayde I O Lady swete and pereles That hast proued I se it doubtles What lyfe and death are both certayne Tel me yf death be so great a payne She aunswered forthwith and to me sayde Mens blynde opinion makes it to be frayde But for to tell the what it is in deade Death is dissoluynge of all doubte and dread And cleane delyuers vs from a pryson darke Specially to hym that gently doth warke But vnto hym that hath done amys And all on couetousnesse his harte set is It is a payne and doloure infinite But I that from that am free and quyte For this death whiche I dyd assaye For whiche thou hast mourned to this daye Woulde make the mery and all thy soores heale If halfe the ioye thou haddest that I do feale Thus spake she and hyr celestyall eyes Deuoutly she lyfte vp vnto the skyes And that rodye lyppes more swete then rose She helde them styll tyll I dyd purpose Silla Nero Cayus and Maryus With these tyrauntes put Maxentius Syckenes in the brest and in the flanckes Payne of burnyng feuers and cranckes Makes the death more bytter then gall She aunswered me then forthwith all I cannot sayes she for truth denye But that the payne moost certaynlye That goeth afore that the death doth come Is wonder greuouse this is all and some But that which greuith most of all Is the feare of losse of the lyfe eternall But the spirite that comfortes hym in good And with his harte doth dread his rodde Unto hym I say what is the death But euen a syght and a short stopping breath This by my selfe dyd I well knowe and se At the laste houre when death dyd take me The body was sycke but the soule was well When that I harde one by me there tell O howe wreched and miserable is he That compteth the dayes of the infenyte That Laura is in and thinketh euery day A thousand dayes I dare ryght wel say Her excelente person to se and to beholde And neuer after se his comfort should Sekes for her the water and the lande And neuer for her in quyete doth stande But alwayes folowinge one maner of style Howe that he may in euery tyme and whyle On her to thynke on her with penne to wryte On her to speake on hye for to endyte This beryng casting myne eyes asyde Hyr amonge the other there I espyde That often moued me the for to loue And kyndled in thy hart farre aboue The loue I bare alwayes vnto the I knowe her well that it was very she That much comfortyd me or I dyed With her wise wordes on euery syde And playnely to the when that I was In my best tyme and in that honest case In youth but tendre and vnto the moost dere Whiche made many and dyuers here and there To speake both and ofte of the and me The lyfe wherein thou sawest me for to be Was but bytter I sweare nowe on my fayth To the respecte of my most pleasaunt death Whiche to men mortall is very rare So that when my lyfe awaye dyd fare Euen at that poynt I was moost mery and glad Sauynge that of the great pytie I hadde To departe this worlde trust thou me As one in exyle his owne countre to se Then sayde I to hyr euen there agayne On the fayth Madame whiche you are certayne That I ought you without for to chaunge Tell me nowe and be not to me straunge For you knowe all seynge that gloryous syght Aboue oure knowledge the eternall

blame That haue not or nowe remembred the same The faulte is in me that longe I say or this Shuld haue considered my great foly I wys And so opened myne eyes not fallen to slothe To haue perceyued and knowen the troughe In differing my lyfe vnto the last combrous age Which by course of tyme continually do asswage But slowe was neuer the deuyne grace To call me to goodnes and vertue apase In hym I put my trust that yet in me shall be High operacion from all euell to flye Thus with my selfe disputing to and froo I thought euen very thus yf that it be soo These thinges that in this wise turne about y e ski And guides gouernes it in ordre so merueloussi After so much turnyng and reuoluing to and froo What ende shall I haue I would fayne knowe soo And as that I was solitarie in this meditacione It semed to me I sawe a wonderfull facion I newe fayre worlde stable and eterne And this olde world that semeth so ferme The sonne and the stares and the heauen rounde And the great se also with the earth and ground To vanyshe clene awaye in theyr rome place A newe merier world made by godes grace What great trowe ye then admiracion had I When I sawe the sonne firmament and the skye Stand fyrme on one fote sure stable and faste That with his swyft course runnyng at the laste Changed all thinges mortall and then restrained His thre partes brought to one part vnfayned And then no distinction no difference of them at al But the herbe and grasse and flowers with all All bareyne and bare before and behynde Which variacion doth naturally behynde Much bitter sorowe to our nature frayle All at ones together then and there to fayle Then the thought passeth as the sonne the glasse And much more for nothing the powre hase It for to holde or elles for to restrayne O what grace shall that be for man to attayne To se in that place the euerlasting god And none euell at all which of the tyme woode Onely commeth and goeth here and there To be out of doubte of all dread and feare The sonne than shall haue no more his place Neyther in the hornyd bull nor in lyke case In the fyshe in which two variable sygnes Uarieth the yerbes the season and the tymes Nowe we do sowe and after we do reape Nowe creasynge nowe discresing so is our heape But happye and blessed be those spirites certenly That be found in that holy state eternally Sure and very certayne in honor to encrease Without terme or tyme neuer to sease O howe happye is he that fyndeth that way To passe this Rabidus and dul passage I say That is called in this vnstable world a lyfe And is so troublouse and so ful of stryfe Blynd and wretched I say are the mortal That hoopeth in thynges that sone doth fall Which tyme taketh away with a thought And turneth al our fancis and foly to nought Surely they are both vnwise deffe and frayle Poore of iudgment and of Counsayle Yea worse then like in dead wretched therto That doth not as our deutie is regard hym so That with his becke may trouble and appease The clementes al as it doth hym please Whome to honour we are not bound onlye But the Aungels that sit in the heauen hye Are contented of the thousand partes as one With y e sight of his godhed in his gloriouse trone And so stand stedfast with a feruent Intention Are not our myndes then worthy of reprehenciō To loke on that which in the very ende Commeth to no profite therevnto to pretende For that which we so fast gather together With much paine in mani years hether thether With great and troubles cumbrance of mynd To day and to morowe at the last we fynde As the shadowe doth passe away and glyde Euen at the poynt so shall all our pryde Then remember ye well I truly counsell this That after goddes great dreadfull iudgement is Was and shalbe shall haue no more time and place But one eternitie together in one selfe space Nor further there shalbe none obiecte at all To hurte by our sight our weake memoriall Which is the occacion and the very cause Many an vnprudent person in vanitie to pause That the lyfe present semeth but a playe Thinking they are to morowe as to day But then all otherwyse shalbe no diuision at all But litle and litle the hole vniuersall Shalbe together and wynter and somer paste And tyme quiete gone and no lenger laste Nor these yeares y t we do nowe presently name Shall haue nomore the domynion of fame But ones theyr famouse that shall neuer disseuer But in eternitie to endure famouse foreuer O happie are those soules that are in that way Of which so much I nowe speake of and say In ioy glory and rest styll to Endure That are and shalbe perpetually so sure And amonge the other that so gracious be Most blessed of all other playnly is she That cruell death kylled or she came to age There shalbe seene in that angelyke vysage The honest wordes the thought cleane and chast That nature had set in her in olde tymes past And forbecause that euery thought and thynge Is playne and manyfest to the eternall kynge When the blessed elect soules turned be Unto the moost happy state of theyr fyrst degre With the poyntinge of the fynger euen then Shalbe sayde how where and also when Lo this is he whiche that loue deteyned And longe and many a day lamēted complained And yet was most fortunate for to se the cheare Aboue al other ioyes in the world of his lady dere And she also of whome that wepyng I synge Shall of her selfe haue greate maruelyng To beholde and fele in euery wyse and degre Her selfe aboue all other in Ioy and felicitie When this shalbe God wote I cannot tell But she that is nygh of the great goddes councel This hygh preuy secrete in parte doth know And for to declare and tel that I trowe It is as I do ymagin very nygh at hande And when that commeth men shal vnderstande How euyl they theyr wanton tyme haue spent In gettyng worldly goodes landes and rent Wenyng for euer them to holde and possesse And yet for the final conclusion it is doubtles They shal se them selues in very dede Mockt and scorned to trust vnto suche mede No secrete nor hyd thing shalbe then and there But all secretes vnshote open playne and cleare All our conscience whether it be bright or darke Before al the world shall appeare our werke And then y e myghtie and gloriouse king celestiall That in his fearefull Iudgment is not percial As reason is and as it ought to be His wise Iudgment therto shall agre And when that sentence is both gone and past Eche man his viage with great dread and hast As the wylde beastes that hast them fast to flye Afore the

those that haue suche destanye They semed all fayre bryght starres The Sonne in the myddes that not debarres The lyght away but geueth them lyght Hauynge on theyr fayre heades on hyght Rose garlandes and vyolets fresh and gay And as a louynge gentle hart alwaye Getteth honour for his vertuouse lyfe So past this company without debate or stryfe When that all sodenly there dyd appeare A sadde blacke baner that approched nere And a woman wrapped all in blacke With suche a fury and with suche a wracke That vnneth I cannot the truth tell In the tyme of the great myghty gyauntes fell Were any so lothesome for to beholde and see Unto this Lady so gastly moued he And sayde O swete and excellent mayde That goest here moost perfytely arayde With youth and beautye and doste not se The terme that I shall present arrest the I am the same importune cruell best Callyd death fearefull that doth arrest All creatures wyth my greate force and myght Or the daye end● makyng it the nyght It is I that hath quite and cleane wastyd The great grekes nation and also hastyd The noble Troyans vnto theyr declyne And last of all hath made to ende and fyne The Romaynes glory wyth this blade kene That prycketh and cutteth all away cleane And infinite of other barbarouse nations Using euermore these wayes and facions When that they loke not for me at all Wyth sodeyne stroke I make them downe to fall A thousand thoughtes of men frayle and vayne I haue broken this is true and certayne And nowe to you when lyfe semeth best Here am I comen your body to arrest Or any harde fortune to you chaunce to fall I wyll you take and ende not one but all This excellent Lady hauing no peare In al the worlde wyth sad and wise chere Aunswered vnto death there present agayne In these chast companyes this is true playne Thou hast no reason nor yet noo power And lesse of all other in me at this houre Onely the spoyle that thou shalt haue It is my chast body vnto the graue That well knoweth one as well as I That take well my death most heauely Hys lyfe on my health all doth depende But vnto the this is thy small ende It shalbe to me no displeasure at all To departe the frayle worlde lo this is all This cruell beast with hyr wyse reason Was no lesse marueld at that tyme and season Than one that doth a thynge in soden haste And when the dede is so done and paste Doth blame hym selfe of that that he hath done Euen so dyd this terrible monster soone And when he had hym selfe paused a whyle With a more softe speache and gentle style Thou sayes he that present here doest guyde This fayre chast bande on euery syde That hast not yet my fearefull stroke assayde By my councell be not so sore afrayde For that I wyll nowe do is for the best To make the fle O mayde from age opprest Whiche hath alwayes longynge thervnto Muche grief and dolour with payne longe wo And to this nowe present disposed I am Thou fayre creature and swete woman To do the suche honor present in this place That thy spirite shall from the body passe Without feare dolour or grief at all Be of good comfort O may de I haue sayde all This Angelyke creature when she had harde What death had sayde agayne aunswerd As it pleaseth Christ our Lorde almyghtye That ruleth and tempereth all thynges eternally Do thou vnto her as thou doest to all men Thus this fayre Lady aunswered there and then And lo euen there present all sodenly Full of dead bodyes theyr great place dyd lye In such a number that them for to rehearse It cannot be countyd in prose nor yet in verse Of Cateya of Marow of Spayne and Inde Innumerable deade of all mankynde There were those that men happy dyd call Kynges Emperours and Bysshoppes all Now be they poore as poore as beggers be stones Where is there ryches honour trowe ye Theyr scepters theyr crownes w t theyr preciouse Theyr myters of purple dected for the noones Gone is all theyr glory and theyr freshe luste A foole is he that to such thinges doth truste But those that wyll nedes hope thervnto At length shall se the matter to be so Them selues vtterly scornyd and beguyled When all theyr fancys shalbe quyte exiled O blynde fooles euen worse then madde For all the pleasures and ioyse ye haue hadde To your olde mother ye muste nedes passe And your names forgotten and turned to was What profyte hath it then bene vnto you Wyth swerde and blode strong nacions to subdue To mucke vp treasure and your soules to defyle It had bene better to haue lyued a whyle Porely in thys world with browē bread water But nowe wyll I returne agayne to my matter I say than whan the extreme houre was come Of thys fayre Lady this is all and some And that she must the doubtfull passe assay That puttes all the worlde in dreade and fraye There came to se her of women many one To knowe and se or that the lyfe were gone What payne the fayre Creature dyd abyde Both fryndes and Neybors diuers on eche syde And so as they her great beautie dyd beholde Death dissolued the fayre here of golde And so the fayrest flower that euer was He dyd roote vp Alas I say Alas Not for no hate that he to her then hadde But in heauen for to make her spirite gladde O howe many complayntes and bewaylinges Syghes and teares and other lamentinges Were there than among the women all When that that fayre bryght eyes celestiall For which many a swete songe I made Many a sonete many a freshe balade Were closed and shot vp Alas O wo is me This fayre Creature what trowe ye then did she Syt styll and glade in quiete and pease And gether the fructe of her vertuousnesse Go thy wayes O deare godes well content In peace and quiet with all thy vertues excellent But litle it auayled agaynst deathes myght Then if he haue agaynst such a one ryght What shall it be trowe ye of the reste O humayne hope with al mysery opprest In a fewe myghtes so swete a mayde Goone and past in so short a brayde So many teares for her death sprede Thou that seste it or heryst it redde Thinke what it is the worlde for to truste When such a creature is turned vnto dust It was for truth the sixe day of Apryll That loue to loue hyr dyd me compell And euen that same selfe houre and daye Death dyd take my loue and ioye awaye And nowe as fortune is wont for to chaunge Hath broken the knot and eke the raunge With suche sorowe vnto my wofull harte That I am afrayde I saye as for my parte To tell it ether in verse or in ryme It was to me so sorowfull a tyme Uertue sayde they that were present there Excellent beutye and moost